I was born October 5, 1957, on the South Side of Chicago, in the Woodlawn area, a neighborhood that hasn't changed much in forty-five years. Our house was on 66th and Blackstone, but the city tore it down when the rats took over.

I have so much respect for what's funny.

I don't ever watch myself. By watching, you try to perfect yourself, become a robot.

I was good at keeping my mother from crying.

Why I was so intrigued with Red Skelton was because he was able to make you cry and laugh and the same time. That was power.

Bernie Mac don't sugarcoat.

I'm an ordinary guy with an extraordinary job.